Cain
walked to the edge of the bed, intent on burying himself in the warmth he
instinctively knew was waiting for him. He watched Samantha stroke a hand down
her own belly, drawing goose bumps from her skin. She slowly reached down her
body and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. With slow, languid circles she
rubbed her clit. She dipped a finger into her opening, and threw her head back
with a sigh. Her other hand massaged a breast. She moaned as she rolled and
tugged at the nipple. She opened her eyes and looked right into his soul.

“Please,
Cain, I need to feel you inside me. Don’t make me wait,” she breathed out, just
above a whisper. Her gray eyes shined with passion.

“No
worries, love. I’ll be buried so deep inside you in a few minutes you won’t know
where you end and I begin.” He climbed onto the bed, stalking her on all fours.
He felt predatory, feral with need. He could smell her arousal perfuming the air
and it was driving him crazy. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips,
stroking them with his tongue until she opened for him. He stroked his tongue
into her mouth, caressed hers and dragged a soft sigh from her lips. He moved
his mouth over her chin and down her neck, breathing her scent in. She smelled
of warm woman and almond soap. When she leaned her head back to give him access
to her throat, he licked down the column of her neck and nuzzled her shoulder.
He bit her lightly, moving his tongue over the skin clamped between his teeth.
The moan that escaped her throat made his cock throb.

He
kissed the place he had bitten and leaned back to watch her face. Her eyes were
closed and a slight smile tilted the corners of her mouth. He fought the urge to
lean down and capture her lips once more. He wanted to be buried balls deep into
her body, to feel the heat and tightness of her pussy milking his cock. “Now,
roll over and show me that lovely ass of yours.”

Samantha
opened her eyes and grinned. She slowly rolled over, keeping eye contact with
him. She got on hands and knees,
spreading her legs. She leaned down and placed her head on the bed, moaning as
he rubbed a hand over her lower spine and ass. She leaned back into his hand and
wiggled slightly, giggling when he gave her a light smack. The giggles dissolved
into a moan of pleasure when he moved his hand down and under her mound,
pressing firmly against her folds. He nearly came when he felt the wet heat
against his palm. Her skin was so soft and slick with her
passion.

Cain
moved between Samantha’s knees. He could feel the heat radiating off her body,
pulsing against him. Her skin was smooth and soft under his calloused hand. He
slowly ran his hands up her outer thighs, and grasped her hips. He kneaded her
flesh, grinning at the whimper that escaped her lips. He pulled her back against
his cock, nestling himself in her slick folds. Pumping his hips, he enjoyed the
slick glide of his cock through her juices. “Oh, God, you’re so wet for me. What
do you want, Samantha? What do you want me to do to you?”

She
moaned and shoved back against his groin, wiggling her pussy against his cock.
“Fuck me, Cain. Make me come with you inside me.”

Her
plea pushed him closer to the building release. That vulgar request from her
beautiful lips was too much. He leaned back and ran a finger down her ass,
lightly circling her anus and moving lower until he could plunge his finger into
her wet opening. The whimper that escaped her was animalistic. He couldn’t wait
any longer. He grabbed her hips and positioned the crown of his shaft at her
opening. With a slick slide, he entered her to the hilt. They both groaned as he
filled her. With her channel tightly wrapped around his shaft, shivers raced
down his spine. He could feel slight tremors massaging his dick as he slid out
of her warmth and rammed himself back in.

Cain
wrapped his arm around her waist and slid two fingers into her folds, finding
her swollen clit. He rubbed the nub with fast, tight circles, driving her toward
her climax as he pounded into her pussy. He could feel her clit hardening, and
her muscles tightened as she got closer. She mewed softly as she pushed back
against his hand.

“Come
for me. I want to feel you come around my cock,” he growled as he thrust into
her. He smiled as she keened and her muscles clamped down on his cock. She came
fast and strong, milking his shaft as he held himself deep inside her channel.
He threw his head back and moaned as she tightened around him, forcing his
release.

He
tumbled both of them to their sides, pulling her snugly against his chest. He
buried his nose in her hair and savored the smell that was uniquely Samantha’s.
He closed his eyes in sated bliss, feeling both of their heart rates
slowing.

“You
can call me Sam, by the way. I don’t normally go by Samantha,” she said after
she yawned. She wiggled closer into Cain’s arms. “I haven’t been called Samantha
so much since I was a little kid.”

Story Excerpt:

“Samantha
Bridgestone, I’m Cain with Genophyte Security Firm. I talked to you last night.
I need you to come with me right now,” Cain said slowly. He could see the stark
fear on her battered face and was battling his own anger with the condition she
was in. He didn’t move further into the room, but he did hold out a gloved hand
to her. He took in her features and felt something shift in his chest. It wasn’t
quite painful, but it was uncomfortable. Her long frame was curled in on itself
in a defensive position. Her long, red hair was in a messy braid, tied back with
a rubber band. Her clothes were wrinkled and dirty. From the file on this case,
he knew she was wearing the same clothes that she’d been taken in. Pity and
sadness burned through the anger he felt and left him empty. He wanted to rub
his chest over his heart, but was afraid the movement would send her into a
panic. “Samantha, please, you need to come with me now so I can get you to a
secure location.”

“What
happened to Buck?” Sam asked and then slammed a hand over her mouth. “I guess
that shouldn’t be the first question out of my mouth, huh? How do I know it’s
you and not someone that found out I talked to Cain?”

Cain
hadn’t expected to have to reassure her that he was himself. Most kidnapping
survivors were willing to throw themselves at the rescuers without so much as a
word of urging. Then he remembered the
piece of glass in his pocket. He slowly reached into one of his cargo pockets
and pulled out the paperweight. He turned it slowly in his gloved hand and then
held it out to Sam.

“Your
father gave me this to help us find you,” Cain said. He watched the fear lift
from Sam’s face as she stared at the object in his palm. He found himself
drowning in the stormy-gray eyes that stared at him in mistrust. “And when we
talked, you told me you didn’t want to know the type of punishment I had
promised for your captors. Please, I don’t want to startle you, but we must go
now. We have to be out of this house as quickly as possible.”

“Okay,”
Sam said. She stood slowly from the cot. He watched her wince with pain, and
reach out to lift the paperweight from the center of his gloved hand. He wanted
to comfort her, take away the pain that she was trying to hide. “Where are we
going? Is my father outside?”

“No,
we’re going to take you to a secure location and then contact your father. The
rest of my team is waiting outside. Please, we must go.” Cain was anxious to get
her out of the house. So far, the mission had gone flawlessly. The team had
monitored the building until one of the males left to go to a coffee shop. Adam
and Bart followed that male to the store and collected him when he exited the
building. Adam had assured Cain that everything had gone smoothly. Then, Cain
and Jerome had entered the house in which Samantha was being held and subdued
the second male. Cain needed to remove Samantha from the basement, and then they
would all head to the ops center.

“Lead
the way,” Sam said. He could see fear still in her eyes but she was being brave.
His admiration for her increased. To have gone through what she had and still
have the ability to fight her own fear was amazing.

Cain
stepped away from the doorway and reached out a hand to guide Sam through the
door. He scanned the surrounding area to verify that there were no additional
people who had entered since he had come downstairs. Jerome had moved the male
to their vehicle already, and Cain could tell that the man was still
unconscious.